Page 52 of Cabin Fever Baby
He was warm and so dang solid. His hands settled on my ass, nudging me closer so he could get to my mouth.
“This isn’t being good,” I said between kisses.
“Over the clothes isn’t cheating. It’s second base. Besides, there is no rule against kissing.”
He brushed his lips over mine gently. His beard tickled a little as he took his time learning every corner of my mouth.
I played with the short hair along his nape, lightly dragging my fingers through the dense hair there.
Restlessly, I rocked against him.
He groaned, widening my mouth to snake his tongue inside to tangle with mine, his fingers flexing on my ass with each undulation of my hips.
The kisses grew bolder and deeper. He nipped my tongue and bottom lip as we rocked together.
One of his hands slid up between us to cup my breast over my shirt as he scraped his way down my neck to bury his face in my hair, finding my earlobe with a sharp little tug that echoed between my thighs.
“If this is you being good…” I trailed off as he swirled his tongue along the spot behind my ear that made me lift my shoulder with a laugh that turned into a groan.
“Your skin is addicting,” he said into my ear followed by another one of those tugs. “Can you come doing this?” He moved back enough to look into my eyes. “Are you wet?”
“Why don’t you check?”
“Because that would be cheating.”
“Right. One whole day.”
Which I was pretty sure would make me insane.
I tried to slide off his lap. I needed a second to cool down.
Instead, he held me tight. “Can’t control yourself?”
I lifted my chin. “Oh, are you daring me? I can hold out longer than you, pal.”
He reached over for the remote and shut off the television. “Prove it.”
I slowed my rocking, taking in a leisurely breath as I trailed my nails over the collar of his thermal shirt again and again as I licked at the seam of his lips.
He didn’t let me in, just kept his gaze locked with mine. The only thing that betrayed him was how tight his thighs were under my butt.
I gentled the kiss, his lips softening under mine though neither of us broke our stare. I slipped my hands over the waffle texture of his shirt, each sensory inch buzzing under my skin.
My nipples tightened under my cotton bra and pushed up against the thin pajama material of my shirt. Lightly, I rubbed against his chest, pleased to see a matching tightening under his thermal.
I drew my fingers down over his pecs, my thumbs finding the tight discs and using the shirt to abrade them.
His jaw locked and his nostrils flared.
I leaned forward to kiss his ear. “Are you hard for me, baby? That cock is all for me.”
His breath hitched.
All’s fair…
“I remember the first time you slid inside me…” I grinned as I flexed the muscles of my thighs to squeeze him. “So silky and hot and salty.”
He drew in a sharp breath.